Love has never been Cheryl Brigham’s plan. She’s not cut out for second dates, relationships, or happily ever afters.

All that changes when she’s on vacation in Paris. First dates lead to second dates, which leads to a whole lot more than she ever bargained for—but she knows it's all over when she returns home. That’s okay with her.

Until it’s not.

When it’s no-strings-attached, what will Cheryl do when her heart gets tangled up?

Randi has spent her entire life writing in one form or another. In fact, if she wasn't writing, she'd likely go completely and utterly insane. Her husband has learned to recognize when the voices are talking in her head and she needs some quality time with an empty Word file (the key to a successful marriage with a writer).

She lives with her husband, daughter, and four-legged children—all of which think they are people too.

A pop culture junkie, she has been known to have entire conversations in movie quotes and/or song lyrics.

Friday, December 30, 2016

When Paige Brennan moves into her new apartment she doesn't expect it to come with the neighbor from hell. His late night antics keep her up all hours, with every knock and bang made worse by their shared bedroom wall. When Paige finally bumps into the noisy night owl, she's determined to give him a piece of her mind, even if his broad shoulders and rogue grin leave her hot under the collar.Stone Garrett is obsessed by the beauty next door, her smart mouth and dangerous curves driving him to utter distraction. She's way out of his league but he's hellbent on proving he can be everything she needs and more. Passions boil over after another late night exchange ends with Stone's hand down his pretty new neighbor's impossibly short sleep shorts. But does love exist beyond their shared bedroom wall? Or are they destined to only be an unforgettable one-night stand?Warning: Heavy duty pickup trucks, chiseled, sun-kissed abs, and dusty jeans that hang just perfectly off the hips...Under Construction is a panty-melting ride through a sexy construction zone. You'll never look at a man in a hard hat the same again!

Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache. For a safe, off-the-charts HOT, and always HEA story that doesn't take a lifetime to read, get lost in an Aria Cole book!Follow Aria on Amazon for new release updates, or stalk her on Facebook and Twitter to see which daring book boyfriend she's writing next!Sign up to get a NEW RELEASE ALERT from me! http://eepurl.com/ccGnRX

Underneath It All Series

Billionaire Jackson Colt has success, wealth, power and a presence that makes his competitors tremble with fear. Beneath the armor is a man with a dark and painful past. A man with a heart that he guards by any means necessary.
As far as Sadie McLeod is concerned, 'escort' isn't a bad word. It's a job, one of two that she works to pay off a debt that is not her own. Tough as nails and far from a damsel in distress, love is a luxury she can't afford.
Can they put aside their dark pasts and find the love they both desperately want, underneath it all?

There's a reason billionaire Jackson Colt doesn't do love: Sadie McLeod. Now that she's shut him out completely, he can't fathom a life that doesn't have Sadie in it. She makes him weak. Vulnerable. For Jackson, that's unacceptable. But getting her out of his head? That's impossible.
Sadie McLeod should know better. Guys like Jackson don't live happily ever after with women like her. She didn't realize how badly she wanted happily ever after, how badly she wanted Jackson, until he was gone.
Can they take the leap into the unknown, into the terrifying and find the love they crave?

It's official: billionaire Jackson Colt has fallen in love. After spending his life avoiding that four letter word, pretending he didn't want to be seen, he realizes that love is worth the risk. But does Sadie feel the same?
In her darkest hour, face to face with her demons, Sadie McLeod should be doing the thing she does best--pushing away everyone.
Her heart is on the line. Will she lose everything if she lets herself fall, or will Jackson catch her?

About Ava Claire

Ava Claire is a sucker for Alpha males and happily ever afters. When not putting pen to paper or glued to her Kindle, Ava likes road tripping, watching an unhealthy amount of Netflix, karaoke and vintage fashion.

THIS NOVELLA WAS ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN THE HOT FOR TEACHER ANTHOLOGY AS RIDING THROUGH.

I’d come to accept the predictable routine of my life until I saw her ass in those riding pants. Constance Montgomery…damn, with her legs spread on the leather of the saddle has my mouth watering and things inside me shift. Seems my program is about to change. All the years of indifference to any female form all come tumbling down. My hard rule to never get involved with a student is about to be broken. With her.Reed Sawyer is at the top of his game. An elite equestrian trainer with looks to kill and he’s staring straight at me. Only, he’s not my trainer because my parents make all those decisions. I’m tired of being under my parent’s thumb. Maybe it’s time I pushed the envelope a little. And Reed Sawyer looks like just the right wall to start pushing on.A naïve, sheltered girl. A brooding, perfectionist with years of pent up need. The sparks fly. The walls come down. Hot lessons are learned. Author’s Note: A hot instructor, a riding crop and that old phrase about a guy being hung like a…Well you get the idea. Jump on for a ride that will have you reaching for a cool Mint Julip and a fresh pair of panties. It’s scorching hot, sweet and filthy romance with instant everything.

I’m supposed to be here to help her, but I can’t help what happens next. She squeezed my fingers. A gentle tug was all it took.

My mouth nearly crushes hers as I take our first kiss.Her lips taste innocent as they open, my tongue lighting up with the first flavor of her. Something rumbles out of me like a pained groan, because it hurts. This kind of intensity hurts in a spectacular way.Her tongue answers me with its movement, her own sweet, tiny sounds that make my dick shatter the ceiling of the space available in my pants. He’s curling in half as he grows, and I hope she doesn’t notice.If I had my way, I’d hear that tiny moan every second of every day for the rest of my life. It’s more than beautiful; it calls to me.

It’s lips and soft moans and the soft click of teeth meeting teeth before I break away, my hand grasping possessively around the side of her face. My thumb rasping back and forth in an attempt to feel as much of her soft skin as it can. My fingertips digging harder than they should into the back of her neck, bringing my forehead to rest on hers.“I’m sorry.” My face is flushed, I’m shaking. “I shouldn’t have done that.” My head is throbbing, along with my balls. They are tight against my body and something inside me is born. Something that wants her in a way that frightens me. An obsession explodes and I’m not sure I can tame it enough to keep from hurting her. I want my cum dripping from her; I want to feel her flesh to flesh from the inside. I need her vulnerable, available, spread for me to enjoy and make filthy with me. Never before has a woman ignited this kind of lust, these kinds of thoughts, and frankly I’m scared shitless.“I’m not sorry,” she murmurs as I desperately try to regain control of the animal she’s created in me.

The air in the room seems to disappear. My lungs ache but inside my head, I think, who needs oxygen? I have only one need and she is the only way to satiate that need. The idea that this innocent beauty and I are sharing similar thoughts is enough to make me nearly cum in my pants. Drops of liquid are already soaking through the fabric below my waist, and I think I would need another ten layers to hide her effect on me.The sight of her cheeks rising pink, the way her nipples greet my gaze from under the faded hospital gown, make me want to tear the offending fabric into shreds and have her never be clothed around me again. Who is this dominant beast? I’m the ever reserved, commanding, cool leader. Always in control.Not now. If I had my way, I’d slam the furniture against the door of this room and take her right here. A single word thrums in my head. It won’t stop as much as I try to push it away.Mine. Mine. Mine.

I fight the urge to crawl on top of her and make her filthy in ways I never imagined before her. But with the taste of her lips, thoughts of my cum inside her are fighting with the civilized parts of me to maintain some control.I imagine slicing my tongue between her dripping cunt lips for the first time. It’s one of many things I’ve never done before. My words growling into her body, saying every filthy word I can think of as I breathe her in and swallow her flavor. I imagine the subtle differences in the texture of her skin on my tongue, the ripples and folds, the hard nub where I want to draw her between my lips and consume the very essence of her. I want to make love to her with my mouth for hours.

Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA -- any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani's private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.

She's a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.

When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.

When reformed party girl, Haven Callahan, is given the reins to daddy’s pro hockey team, she discovers veteran player, Jack Nolan, is the one calling the shots...

Thrust into her new role, Haven strikes a hasty but lucrative trade deal, only to find out her new star forward and the sexy groomsman she hooked up with at a friend’s wedding are the same man.

At thirty-two, Jack knows if he’s going to have his chance at the Stanley Cup, it’s now or never. But instead of landing a spot on his dream team, he winds up traded to the last-place Milwaukee

Renegades, where he soon finds himself playing to a non-existent fan base in a rundown stadium named after crappy pizza. He’s tempted to hang up his skates, except he’s fought for everything he has and he isn’t about to give up without a fight.

In a sport where men coach, play, and call the shots, Haven struggles to find her footing. Worse, she can’t keep her hands off the team merchandise—Jack. With Jack on the team and on her side, the Renegades are playing less like middling beer-leaguers and more like a pro-level hockey club.

But Jack and Haven are hiding a dirty little secret, and if the media discovers they’re melting the ice after hours, it’s game over.

Satiated and powerless, an unguarded smile teased its way to Haven’s lips.

“Thank you.” Jack dropped a soft kiss on her forehead. “But next time, we do it for real.”

She sputtered, “Wh-what do you mean?”

“Don’t get me wrong. That was amazing. You are amazing.” He pressed his mouth to her shoulder, over the spot where her clavicle had been broken. “But that wasn’t real sex.”

He rolled off her and pushed up off the bed.

She thrashed to a sitting position. “You thought that wasn’t real sex?”

The long shaft of his manhood still plump, he tugged his boxer briefs over his hips. “That was porn sex. It looked great, it felt fucking fantastic, but it’s not real sex.”

He’d stunned her to speechlessness. She hadn’t been speechless since she was a troubled teenager craving attention.

“I-I-I don’t understand you.” With the plaintive ring in her voice, she even sounded like that troubled teenager.

His gaze clamped on her face, he moved to the edge of the bed and wrapped his hand around her ankle.

“Real sex is out of control.” His thumb traced circles around her anklebone. “It’s losing your mind and forgetting about everything that doesn’t serve the purpose of getting you off.” Lifting her leg, he sat on the bed. “It’s total surrender. To me.” He kissed the bottom of her foot. Then his hand on her knee gently eased her legs apart. “To your body.” He kissed the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. “To us.”

Amy Olle writes sexy contemporary romances
filled with charmingly flawed characters and settings. Her first book, Beautiful
Ruin, isthe first in a series about five Irish-born brothers sent as children
to live with family on a remote island off the coast of northern Michigan. She
is delighted to put her Psychology degrees to good use writing romance.

Amy lives in Michigan with her longsuffering
husband, brilliant son, and (female) turtle named George.